“I hope they like me,” Bruce said quietly to you. He adjusts his tie and stands even more upright than usual.

Your parents have insisted on you bringing Bruce Wayne home. They’re beyond thrilled. A relationship with the most influential man in the city? Every immigrant family would want that for their child.

Your mom has been cooking all afternoon for the perfect dinner. Your humble family home resided on a rough part of the city, but that’s all your family can afford. The entire apartment is smaller than Bruce Wayne’s recreational room.

There were many dishes from your culture this Thanksgiving. Some food even foreign him. He enjoyed trying whatever your mother and auntie put on his plate even if he doesn’t know what it is. An open mind is what matters.

“This is delicious,” he smiled at you. Bruce was making small talk with your family, and they all seem charmed by him. “What’s this called again?”